So today on my lunch break I thought it would be a good idea to actually make a list of how many times I have moved, listing the street and city (I've left out the actual address in an attempt to maintain some smidgen of anonymity, as if it makes a difference, really), in order since I was born. 

Fun, right?

I even gave my mom a call to help fill in the fuzzy bits (ie before I was 5 or so)... and it would appear that my estimation of having moved forty times in my life, is actually quite a bit less and I am a huge over-exaggerator... but it's still weird and slightly impressive in a strange, sad way... heh.  

I think I should finally do what I have intended to do for a while, and go around and snap a photo of each one of these buildings/houses and put together a little scrapbook/coffee table book thing for myself...  starting with Grandma's old house on Garth Street, and ending with the house that the boy and I bought... I imagine what all the photos would look like, some of them over-exposed to infer the explosive memories contained therein, some of them dark and grainy, a few of them bright and crisp with sunlight beating down on the roof and lawn, a tire swing hanging from a tree in the yard... I would have the photos printed in high-gloss full colour, and the book would be bound in a tight little stack, and the cover would read "HOME"...

I think it would be a really cathartic experience... I wonder if some of them are even standing still?  I'm pretty certain that the house on Poirier street was condemned a few years ago...

Anyway, here is the list!  The items that are italicized are when we were technically without a house of our own, and we were mostly sleeping on my mom's friends couches and such; but they were for long enough periods of time that it constituted a move, and sometimes a new school... everything from Nonquon on is after I moved out on my own...

You'll notice that Garth and Paisley are listed twice... Garth is listed a second time to show when my dad moved back in with Grams and Popa when I was little, and since they shared custody at that time, it was a half-move for me... Paisley is listed twice because we moved out, and moved all of our stuff into my mom's friends' house for 6 months before she left Rick and the Doll's dad the first time (insert school change), then moved back in to the townhouse (insert school change) before she left him for good and we uprooted to the other side of the province...  Confused yet?

Drumroll please...

1. Garth St, Guelph
2. Willow Rd Apartment, Guelph
3. Waterloo Ave (stayed with Grandpa Herb), Guelph
4. MacDonell St (with some lady Mom met, above the restaurant), Guelph
5. Edinborough Rd Apartment, Guelph
6. Apartment Above Store off London Rd, Guelph
7. Wellington St, Guelph
8. Dufferin St, Guelph
9. Garth St, Guelph
   
10. Rosewood Dr, Guelph
11. Paisley Rd, Guelph
12. Arthur St, Elmira (Lived with Mom's friend Mandy)
13. Paisley Rd, Guelph
14. RR#2 (HWY 41), Shady Nook
15. Westmeath Rd, Westmeath
16. Leahey St, Pembroke
17. Poirier St, Pembroke
18. Bell St, Pembroke (Lived with Tammy - The Doll's friend's mom and Family)
19. Lea St, Pembroke
20. Market St, Pembroke
21. Second Ave, Pembroke
22. Metcalfe, Pembroke
23. Nonquon Dr, Oshawa
24. Woodlawn Rd, Guelph
25. Culham Dr, Oakville
26. Lakeshore Rd, Oakville
27. Weir Rd, Oakville
28. Glen Erin Dr Apartment, Mississauga
29. Winding Tr, Mississauga
30. Whitelaw Rd, Guelph

I am really hopeful that this move will be the last... that is the plan at least... thirty is too many times for a person to move in their life, and far too many times to have moved in just twenty-five years.

It's time to put down roots.

I'm starting to think that there is no end to the amount of crap that we will be moving on the weekend...

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I finished packing up my room in Oakville the other day and have been working on Eric's stuff for the last two days... the hard part is that I have no idea what he has, or where anything is, so keeping the whole packing process organized (in an effort to smooth the UNpacking process) has been quite difficult.

And he has been so busy recently, working overtime and trying to get this freelance thing with this magazine on top of all that he currently has on his plate... he's had no time to help me with the endless sorting and packing...

Not that I can really expect him to right now... with me not working, I'm dependent on him right now for everything, so really this is the least I can do...

It's frusterating not having a job... I have only been finished school (including my field placement) for less than a week, so really it's no big surprise (most people don't walk out of school and right into their dream job)... but it doesn't make me any less restless about our situation... When you've got no one to depend on for any help (aside from my fantastic Eric), it really sucks...

I just hope that I find something soon... I hope that the interview I had on Monday works out... that would be an amazing place to work... and I'd be doing a dream job... so we shall see...

I've given myself until the third week in May.

If I don't have a "real" job (read: in my field of study) lined up by then, I'm going to have to get any McJob I can find... Or we won't be able to afford our new apartment... and I won't let that happen.

So that's it... I'm tired, and cranky... and I just wish I could whip out my giant remote control for life and hit the fast-forward button... get over this weekend... at least get to Sunday already....

*sigh*

I better get back to it...

So... I moved.

This was the 3875649384756484th time that I've moved in my life ... (and you think your life sucks?). Although, it is only - and I use "only" loosely here people, the fifth time I've moved since moving on my own at 17 (which was less than three years ago for those who don't know)... so yeah... I spent Saturday moving all of my earthly possessions... and arguing with Eric. We didn't get the truck until 3, so it was pretty clear that we would be working late. Things got really stressful since it was just Eric and I moving all of my furniture and stuff. The only thing we could eat all day was fast food, and there wasn't alot of time to take many breaks. It was just an all-round crappy day. It was really hot and humid outside (at least for May), and we had to part the moving truck (more of a larger van really) on an incline, so the door kept swinging closed unexpectedly and nailing one of us.

I also managed to break the garage door opener at my new place in the process of storing somethings in the garage (which is probably going to cost my a pretty penny to fix), nearly break two of my toes, and have Eric almost lose an arm (or at least an elbow, due to the massive swinging van door). To top off a "lovely" day, we didn't finish until after three a.m., at which time, upon returning the van/truck, we discovered that Eric's car had been boxed in by three huge cube vans and the curb. So I had to help him maneuver the car just so, as to avoid snapping an axle, or hitting a raised manhole on the lawn of the Uhaul place, as well as a tree and a sign. So yeah.... that was fun...

Under all the stress and endless crap of the day, and after having several smaller flare ups throughout the day, Eric finally snapped and started yelling at me about how he told me all this shit was going to happen, how he would never again help me move, and how he had made the same threat (to never help) the last time I had moved, and didn't know why he even bothered this time. I was about at my breaking point too, so I was not prepared to be yelled at by him, especially when all I wanted at that time was to just go "home" make my bed, and have him hold me until I fell asleep. So when he yelled (which is generally out of character for him, I have to point out) I started bawling uncontrollably (out of character for me), which made him even more upset (in a what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-me? sorta way), and an argument ensued...

Although things turned out alright in the end, apologies were made, and I did in fact get to fall asleep while just being held as I had wanted (I even got a back rub out of the deal), it was all pretty insane, and I do not want to do it again for a very, very, very long time!

So since the awful, awful day things have been kind dull... instead of cracking down and actually unpacking and getting organized as I should, I have become addicted -it would seem- to my new roommates playstation, and the Sims... I don't think I've gone to bed this week before 5, with the exception of last night, and that's only because we drove all the way to St. Catherine's to go to the drive in, and when we came home, I was just too tired to play.

We saw Mean Girls and Van Helsing. Mean Girls was cute (very much a teen movie), and was cheesy funny, in an SNL kind of way. Van Helsing was very much a typical vampire movie, with lots of tight outfits, and sexy brides of Dracula. It was an action movie more than a thriller or horror, but it had some fun parts, and was generally pretty funny.

So that's it... everything is up-to-date... yaaaaay